Adding another day to "was",
Time passes another station
Closer and closer to death, I guess,
Time gets us as it runs
Till my hair turns like a cloudy sky, grey
Old, I'll be with a toothless smile,
And useless ears won't let me hear what people say
And I'll have big glasses and a stick in my hand
So that I can make a step or two
Almost creeping with ached feet can hardly stand
I'll be an old woman in eighty-two
And that I'll have no teeth
Or maybe will have few
Eating chocolate is what
They won't allow me to.
So I wish the world were timeless
With frozen minutes, and frozen seconds, too.
Don't want to live chocolatelessly
Don't want to be old and regret for my youth
Don't even want to imagine,
How old by time, I grew.
Author notes
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A contest entry
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Comments
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I love this poem. I love the line, "until my hair goes cloudy like the sky."
good job
your kitten
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oh how i wish you could freeze the hands of time, especially those special memorable moments.
brillant write well done xx
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Timeless stick and glasses grins
Another excelled effort. I love it. Keep up the great writes!
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